Globular Gym

Zephyr has vanished. Without her heroic presence, Turgidia fell into a period of despair. The Inflatrix's attacks went unchecked and unhindered: not even the police force dared to raise a hand against the city's cruel mistress. This complacency served only to embolden the villainess; the daylight hours were no longer sanctuary for the female inhabitants. Truth be told, there were no safe havens remaining within city limits. As a group of unsuspecting young women are about to find out, the Inflatrix can strike anywhere and at anytime...

"Oh my god!" Amanda exclaimed. Having spent the greater part of her day working out at the local gym, the business woman expected to take a refreshing cool shower before going home. Upon opening the glass door leading into the bath, however, she was greeted by a blast of hot steam and severely diminished visibilty. Only the sound of running water confirmed that the girl had not wandered into a sauna by mistake. All the same, the heavy mist made it impossible to see where she was going. "Anyone else in here? Hellooo...?"

"Mmmph!" It was faint, but a muffled cry came from somewhere nearby. Against her better judgement, Amanda took a cautionary step into the showers. It was far too dark, and the girl fumbled around for the lightswitch as the doors slid shut behind her.

"Somebody hit the lights, jeeze!" Amanda's brunette hair was matted against her back and face just from the humidity. Despite wearing a two-piece bikini, one hand kept the towel wrapped around her body while the other was outstretched and feeling ahead for the walls or shower heads. "Can't see a frikkin' thing---huh?" Her hand met with something soft. Recoiling, she became redfaced with embarassment. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to grope you!" she apologized and thanked the stars that people could not see her reddening face. Amanda too two steps to the right before bumping into something larger yet familiar. "Holy shit! Give a girl some room..ruh-ruh-ruh...." She shoved the unknown shape weakly, a flood of light abruptly illuminating the room and shining truth on the situation. Before her was an impossibly bloated woman, spherical and flapping her hands helplessly. Frantically, her eyes darted across the room and saw that it was full of similarly swollen women. Instinctually, she opened her mouth to shriek but something clasping over her lips silenced her.

"Shh..." The Inflatrix whispered, her cool breath tickling Amanda's ears. With swift precision, she removed a round object from her belt and reached down the back of her victim's bikini bottom. "..the rest of the balloons need company." Anette purred, pushing the device up the girl's rear and eliciting a muffled squeal of discomfort. A quick poke to Amanda's navel caused her body to billow out as if a full body airbag deployed inside of her. In under five seconds, the business woman was nothing but a buoyant balloon bobbing against the dozen others crammed into the shower. Shrugging off the angry, fearful glares of her balloony victims, the villainess sauntered to the exit. "Helvete..." she muttered, running her fingers through her hair with a grimace. Her golden locks were tangled and disheveled from the steamy atmosphere for the cramped shower. Sliding the doors open, she walked over to the nearest blimp-girl and shoved out into the locker room. One by one, the pneumatic babes were tossed out of the shower and into plain view of three stunned females preparing for their own showers. One stared expectantly at the open portal while the remaining couple hid behind pillars.

"Um, like...what's going on here?" The busty blackhaired girl closest to the door nonchalantly glanced at the parade of blimps drifting overhead. "You're supposed to go to the gym to work out and lose weight, not, like, get all big and fat like you idiots-Hey, like, get out of my face!" she sputtered, the Amanda-balloon flying into her field of vision. She flailed her arms and shoved the brunette away intime to see a black-clad figure standing in the doorway. In one hand was a brush, but in the other was the inflat-o-ray aimed at the ravenlocked idiot.

"They're not fat, you moron," the Inflatrix growled. She opened fire, nearly missing the first woman when the brush caught a knot in her hair. "Ow!". The girl dropped her the towel wrapped around her torso and clutched her belly, the villainess quickly aiming at the two women partially concealed by the pillars. A cacaphony of groans filled the room as their once fit and trim figures ballooned into comical characatures of their former selves before becoming perfect balloon spheres. The villainess paused to finish brushing her hair before grabbing Amanda down from the ceiling and departing from the locker room. "Make a sound and you'll go out with a bang, girlie." Anette whispered hushedly. She stuck her head out into the hall and glanced both ways before stepping out. Her plan had worked as far as she was concerned. Her shower room ambush had thinned the number of able bodied girls in the rest of the gym. Locating the nearest exit, she pushed the door open and then immediately shoved Amanda outside. "Ah, much better..." the villainess sighed contently, the buoyant forces in the balloon's body rocketting her up, up, and away into the sky. Her attentions now turned to the lengthy hallway and the search for more future-balloonies resumed. Anette paused at each door to scope the room's occupants through the window. "Ugh...men, men and more men." she huffed. A female voice barking orders echoed down the hall and it attracted the villainess like an RFC Sopwith Camel to a zeppelin. Locating the target location, she found the door to be ajar and took the liberty of peeking poking her head inside. The class room was full of spandex clad women doing yoga; for a moment, Anette thought that she had died and ascended to heaven. Upon closer inspection, however, she found that the majority of the occupants appeared to be pregnant.

"Ma'am..? Do you need help finding a certain class?" The instructor called out to Anette. It was fortunate that only her head was visible lest she cause an unneccesary panic.

"Oh, no..no! I'm just...uh...looking for somebody!" The Inflatrix quickly backed away from and darted past the door. There's got to be someone else around here! Those girls are...already ballooned!" she growled, not quite willing to admit that even she could not bring herself to test the inflatoray's effects on a delicate, advanced pregnancy." "I'll keep them in mind as a last resort!" A sign hanging overhead indicated that the aerobic training room could be found to the right. There were bound to be more potential victims within. Peeping through the small window on the door, a wicked smile appeared on the villainess' face; only one exit, and no less then a dozen girls occupied the treadmills and excercise bikes within. Yanking the door open, she made her grand entrance and was immediately identified by one of the females.

"Oh god, it's the Inflatrix! RUN FOR YOUR WAISTLINES!" The shriek brought anarchy to the gym. Exercise bikes were toppled as the users leaped off and frantically searched for a means of escape. Girls shoved each other against walls and trampled one another until they collectively piled against the wall farthest from the Inflatrix. Only a single woman, large breasted and blond, continued to jog on a treadmill. All eyes were on her .

"Oh nononono! Is she still behind me?!" The woman inquired loudly, glancing back and crying out when she noticed the puzzled villainess only a few feet behind her. "NOOOO!!! I don't wanna be a balloon...gotta get away!" she screeched and broke into a sprint, feet pounding the treadmill's track.

"Is...is she for real?" Anette looked over at the writhing mass of horrified women. One of them relaxed and shrugged at the Inflatrix, while others appeared to be equally confused. Despite the awkward silence, the bubblehead continued to 'flee', huffing and puffing desperately. For a full minute, everyone, including the villainess, watched the bubblehead smack herself in the face with her own breasts as she ran. "Oh, enough of this!" Anette rolled her eyes and zapped the girl right in her ass. The resulting shriek could have startled a banshee, and everyone in the room covered their ears.

"No! NOO! I..can't...inflate! I'm not a balloon...I'm NOT A BALLOON!" Clearly very stupid and very much in denial, the ballooning young idiot whimpered and whined. Her runspeed slowed as her thighs swelled, squeaking as they rubbed together. The spandex outfit held together splendidly as the bimbo's increasingly spherical middle enveloped her limbs. "Must...keep...running-waaaaaaah!!!" Her sphere-bottom made contact with the high-speed belt, launching the girl backwards into Anette's open arms and nearly toppling the villain.

"Morons like you give perfect blonds like me a bad name!" Anette flipped the girl around until they were face to face, the balloon clearly frightened.

"But...my name's Tracy and that's-" the daft girl said

"Charming. Enjoy your flight." The Inflatrix interrupted, turning to leave the room and it's remaining occupants behind. A sense of relief washed over the women; they had encountered the dreaded Inflatrix and escaped with their waistlines in tact. They watched the villainess shove the blimpy idiot through the door, and as the duo vanished a soft hissing noise caught their attention. One girl looked down and screamed. The blue grenade beeped three times rapidly before detonating in a cloud of pink gas. It was fortunate that the poor girls were wearing spandex as their bodies ballooned, their cries of despair reaching Anette's ears down the hall, and she smirked happily. "I don't know who's dumber, you..." she conversed with the balloon she firmly clutched. "..or those imbeciles who thought they'd get off so easily! Hahahaha--ulp" she said, her laughter cutting off in sudden amazement. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a redheaded woman inside of the weight training room. Rather, the two melons attached to the woman's chest attracted the villainess' attention. Each was the size of a small beach ball, and this was a woman that had yet to be zapped with the inflatoray. The titanic tits surged outward with each repetition the girl performed on the butterfly machine, and she was simply incapable of pushing the handles any closer together lest her breasts get pinched. "Oh my god..."Anette swallowed hard, abandoning her plans of sending the ignoramus in her clutches to the sky. Instead, she began backing into the room. "I, um..need you to watch the door for me. Think you can do that bubblehead?" she whispered to the balloon and wedged her into the doorway, effectively blocking the exit. Meanwhile, the redheaded girl ceased excercising and hopped off of the machine, staring curiously at the newcomer and her ballooned companion.

"What ya got there?" The busty young lady successfully surprised Anette, who spun around in alarm and made a reach for the gun lodged between her breasts. She stopped herself short of drawing the device out when her eyes made contact with the girl's chest orbs. "Um..Hi?" There was no response from the tall, wide-eyed bombshell. She just stared with blank eyes. The huge-busted girl wore a purple leotard with a white sports bra over it, apparently to cover what the spandex garment could not. Then, unexpectedly, the blond deftly reached forward and honked the redhead's left breast. Finding the texture of the distended breast to be much like a squishy stress-ball, the Inflatrix squeezed again in disbelief and awe. The redhead's cheeks slowly meandered through varying intensities of pink. "What do you think you're doing?!" the girl yelled and grabbed Anette by the arm.

"Just sampling the goods, of cour--ahhhh!" Anette's protest was interrupted by a display of technique from her hopeful victim. The villainess found herself landing on her flawless derierre after being thrown by the cardinal locked beauty. A shadow loomed over the Inflatrix as she rubbed her rear. She looked up and noticed the woman's breasts directly overhead and the gym ID card dangling between the two boobs. The name jumped out at Anette; this judo wielding girl was named Katrina. "Nice move, girlie..." The Inflatrix admitted.

"No squeezing the melons, lady!" Katrina crossed her arms beneath her prodigious bosom, tapping her foot expectantly. "Well...what do you got to say for yourself?" she demanded, arching an eyebrow when she noticed her rude adversary reach into her own bosom.

"You know what they say about bringing boobs to a gun fight, girlie!" Anette exclaimed with a chilling cackle, retrieving the inflatoray from its cushiony cleavage-holster and pulling the trigger point blank before her target could react. Katrina staggered as the bright crimson beam scored a direct hit. She gasped for breath and scowled at the Inflatrix, the villainess quickly getting to her feet. Katrina's anger quickly faded, and was replaced with worry.

"I...I feel funny..." Katrina groaned. Her midsection felt bloated, and her skin tingled cooly. Holding a hand up to her face, she uttered a gasp when the digits puffed up with faint, audible popping noises. The girl's body emitted a rubbery, dull hissing sound that brought a cruel smile to her assailant's face. "H-huhnff...burrrrp!" Katrina covered her mouth and whimpered, her face flushing with crimson. "W-what's happening to me? What did you do?!" Katrina seethed, glaring threateningly at the villainess, who was at this point laughing triumphantly.

"Oh, nothing much my dear. You're just blowing up like a big weather balloon...with two smaller weather balloons attached to you!" The Inflatrix beamed giddily.

W-what?! You can't be serious...!" Katrina exclaimed, holding her stomach. Her slim waistline was noisily expanding between her palms into a parody of its former self, forcing her hands apart. The girl's belly appeared to go through the stages of pregnancy until it literally fwoomped into an enormous sphere. Her bulging middle pushed the girl's breasts up to her face. Katrina's thighs squeaked against one another as she waddled forward, Anette placing a hand on one of the turgid young woman's immense tits and pushing her backward "Hey!" The redhead squealed. Katrina toppled and landed on her swollen ass, bouncing twice before coming to rest. The flesh of her arms and legs rippled as the lighter-than-air gas filled her limbs, causing them to stick out to the sides and depriving the girl of what little mobility she still possessed. "Hrrrmph?!" Glancing down, Katrina noticed two very alarming sights: Her lips had swollen up as if she'd been stung by a bee, and perhaps more frightening was the fact that she was beginning to feel much, much lighter. She could now see the top of the Inflatrix's head, and the wicked grin on her face.

"Still in denial, cutie balloonie?" Anette inquired mockingly. A loud, tortured groaning emanated from the blimped Katrina, the villainess glancing at her ray-gun. "Don't tell me I had it set to black again..." she muttered, fiddling with the touch interface until an earsplitting snap reverberating off of the walls. The sports bra that had kept the balloon's assets in line ripped apart with an agonizing tearing noise, Katrina's face turning an even deeper shade of carmine. The titanic orbs surged out, nearly smacking the Inflatrix in the face. Anette smacked the balloon on the side and sent her spinning through the air. "Oh, thank goodness you didn't explode!" she sounded genuinely relieved. Katrina could only bob there as the villainess sauntered up to her and took firm hold of her left breast. "Honk, honk! Want to try throwing me around now, blimp?" she taunted.

"Mmmph...mmmm!" Katrina's form ceased to hiss like a toy balloon on a helium spigot. She wanted to throw the blond off of a cliff, but while the mind was willing, the flesh was round. Anette continued to grasp and knead the balloon's breasts, lost in her own little world. Katrina could only weather the villain's advances, biting back the fierce arousal that had displaced the fear of bursting. She dreamed of being inflated like a helpless balloon, but the circumstances of this reality frightened Katrina; this wasn't just her breasts swelling, she was a blimp! In spite of the nervous tension, the pleasurable pressure that stretched her taut, creaking body in every direction was almost too sensual to bear.

"You are going to fetch quite the sum on the black market..." The Inflatrix cooed, giving the right boob a playful squeeze. She reached to the front of her suit and tugged at the zipper. "...and I'm sure your future owner won't mind if the merchandise is a little...used." she moaned, staring Katrina in the eye. Anette barely managed to get her zipper halfway down before she was interrupted by a commotion outside. Police sirens, lots of them. She shoved her prize away and ran to the nearest window. "..Motherfuckers!" the villainess cursed in an emotion laden tone, watching no less than a dozen squad cars pile into the gym's parking lot, soon joined by a SWAT van. Anette looked over at Katrina, contemplating if she could satisfy herself in under forty-five seconds but quickly dispelled such crass notions. "You are a VERY lucky balloon...but mark my words, I never forget a pair of tits!" Wagging her finger in Katrina's face, she left her prize behind and made a break for the door, punching the idiot-balloon out of the doorway and sprinting down the hall. "I have to get back to the showers!" Anette thought to herself as she heard the cops breaking in somewhere in gym complex. Locating the women's locker room, she quickly located the gymbag she had stashed underneath a bench in preparation for this assault and removed from it a pair of gym shorts, tank top, sports bra and running shoes.

"We know you're in there somewhere, Inflatrix! Come out with your hands up!" From outside came a megaphone enhanced voice. Anette frantically peeled the elastrix armor off and slipped on her work out apparel. Stuffing her gear into the sack, she hastily pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. She did not have much time as she put her glasses on and zipped the gymbag shut. Giving herself a quick lookover in a nearby mirror, she took a deep breath and casually exitted the locker room. The entire complex was crawling with police officers, and miraculously the villainess managed to make it into the next hall before attracting the attention of a rather stocky male cop.

"Ma'am! Stop right there!" He yelled at Anette, placing one hand firmly on his holstered five-seven. She did as instructed, and faced the lawman.

"What's the trouble, officer?" She asked calmly, wiping sweat off of her cheek with a small towel.

"We received a call that the Inflatrix was in this gym. Can I see some identification?" He inquired. Anette complied, reaching into her pocket and removing her ID card, as well as several hundred dollar bills, handing the items to the officer. He looked over the card while shoving the lucre into his pockets. "Everything checks out here. I will escort you directly to your vehicle Anette...I mean, Miss Helsdottir." The officer smiled and motioned to the nearest exit. Anette made for the exit but paused just next to the cop.

"Next time, try stalling them a little longer Jebidiah...I wasn't finished yet!" She whispered, the crooked officer following her sheepishly as she passed through one of the makeshift checkpoints the department had set up at every exit. Out of the corner of her eye, Anette saw the SWAT team loading several of her victims into one of the vans. Two more officers nodded at Jebidiah and his ward as the villainess was escorted to her black sedan.

"So...where are you hittin' next?" Jebidiah asked, giving Anette a knowing look as she got into the driver's seat.

"Mmm..." she mused and tapped a finger to her chin. "I think the university is having cheerleader try outs this weekend. I'll go show them how to lift their teams spirit, I think." Anette grinned and shared a chuckle with her pocket policeman, hitting the ignition.

"We'll start spreadin' the word that you're gonna hit another night club...good luck!" Jebidiah jokingly saluted the Inflatrix as she turned her car on and drove out of the parking lot unopposed, escaping the scene of the crime with the help of the police force dedicated to protecting Turgidia City from her antics...

Several hours later, at Turgidia Police Department's Headquarters...

"Oh, my! When's the baby due?" A buxom police clerk asked the ravenlocked woman standing before her counter. The girl rubbed her tummy absently.

"Uh, any day now!" She exclaimed after a moment, handing her ID-card to the clerk.

"Okay...Miss Heidi Berg. Who are you here to pick up?" The officer inquired, returning the card and smiling at Heidi.

"Katrina Meadows. Is she okay?" Heidi asked, her worry intensified when the clerk remained silent and walked through the double doors behind the counter. Five agonizing minutes passed before the officer returned. In her hands was still very inflated Katrina. "K-Kat....?" Heidi went wide eyed, her face instantly turning a bright shade of pink.

"Listen: I'm going to tie her tether securely around your wrist. Make sure she doesn't get loose , alright sweetie?" The clerk instructed, taking Heidi's right hand and tying the line into a double knot around the wrist. Katrina bobbed, eyes glancing away from her friend shyly.

"Huhuh...p-pretty sure the c-chances of that are slim to none, officer" Heidi replied, her lips quivering. "Did Hanukkah come early this year?!" she thought, struggling very hard to keep her glee from becoming obvious. Thanking the clerk, she nearly skipped out of the station. Once she was certain that nobody was watching, she tugged Katrina down by the tether, holding her body using both hands spread wide, unabashedly nuzzled Katrina's midsection and giggled, "W-well, well, well, looks like s-someone had a very f-full day! L-let's get you home and you c-can tell me all about it, Katrina-balloon!" Katrina turned beet red as her friend resumed tugging her along. If she was interpreting Heidi's blushing grin correctly, there would not be much talking tonight...